Blank Space

Chapter 2: Settling in

The rest of Taylor's thing's arrived from Scott's house next day.

He sure is eager to get me out. Taylor though bitterly as she helped Damien and Travis bring up the last of her boxes. 

"There is some business I have to take care with you father," Damien told to bout Taylor and Travis. "Help, Ms. Swift-er-Taylor unpack." He said before bolting out the door.

Taylor studied Travis he seemed to be in his early twenties with his honey blonde curls, baby blue eyes, and playful smirk reminded her of Austin so much that is was painful. I wonder if he would have looked like Travis when he grew up... A frown tugged at the sides of Taylor's mouth. Now was not the time to think of her dead brother. 

"Is something wrong Ms. Swift?" He asked. "You're staring. Have I got breakfast still on my face. God I hate when that happens." He quickly went to the bathroom mirror to check, stumbling on his was.

Taylor stifled a giggle. "No you just remind me of some one. That's all."

"Oh." He said. "Shall we unpack?" He gestured to the stack of several boxes aligning the wall.

"We shall." Taylor said. I wonder if Austin would be this nice...

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Taylor opened the first box; it contain some old pictures of her friends Ella and Abigail. Whom she hasn't seen in person since her father pulled her out of school. She kept in touch with them since then though. After all they knew everything about her even the things Taylor doesn't remember telling them. I should call them. Taylor made a mental note.

Maybe now she could go shopping with them or something with them. Taylor smiled at the thought as she put a picture on the table near her bed. 

Taylor saw some old picture of her family; her mom, dad, and herself holding baby Austin. They were standing in front of a Christmas tree. Taylor frown. Her father's eyes slightly unfocused and his shoulders were too tense. He was drunk. Young Taylor had a force smile as did her mom that didn't quite reach their eyes. Taylor threw the picture in the garbage before she could remember exactly what happened that day.

"Hey! Earth to Taylor!" Travis said loudly, snapping his fingers. 

"What?" Taylor said snapping back to reality.

"Were do you want this stuff?" He carried a box a third of the way filled with of journals to her. Some of them her of her artwork, song lyrics or personal diary. That were hidden under the loose floorboard in her closet. 

"I'll take care of them." The words came out in a rush. "We can go through the rest later. I'd like to look at the journals alone, please. 

"Sure." Travis said walking to the door which shut behind him so quickly that he almost got hit by it. 

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Taylor bite her lip. These were hidden so well! How could he have found them. Even I forgot bout them.    Taylor paled Oh God. I hope he didn't read them. Taylor carefully flipped through each journal looking for any tears, or markings so found none until she got to the last one. It was not her father's handwriting on the back of the unfinished song, but her mothers. 

Tears formed in the corner of Taylor's eye; she didn't wipe them away as she gentle tore the paper out of the note book, gently folded it and placed it under her pillow. It's safe now...until I can find a better spot...Should I find a better spot? Taylor trace the curves and swoops of her her mother's cursive handwriting. It was like her mom was still within reach. Taylor put the paper back under her pillow. I won't move it. She decided.

She carefully moved and stacked the rest of her journals next to the piano along side the blank notebooks, and her old guitar.

Taylor stared at the piano she hadn't play since Austin passed, but her mother's note made her want to try to play and write again.

Taylor sat down and play her fingers on the ivory keys. It's been so long, Taylor bit her lip again I hope I didn't forget.

Taylor wasn't surprised at how much she forgot, but rather how much she still remembered. She smiled and played around with some rhythms and quickly wrote down some notes. 

She her grin widened; she forgot how she enjoyed this.

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A sweet unfamiliar melody filled the air; Taylor's playing could be heard in the dinning large study which doubled as a conference room. 

"It's beautiful." Damien acknowledged.

"It is." Scott agreed there was a sad look in his eyes, and he muttered something Damien couldn't quite catch. "Now lets get down to business. Since you are in charge of all the staff here, it is your duty to make sure Taylor is happy and calm. She can do what she wants, but remember that her action reflect on me so make sure she doesn't do anything... foolish. Got it?"

Damien nodded; it seemed simple enough Taylor seemed like a quiet, sensible girl, but something was bothering him about what Scott said on the phone last night.

"Good. Now do all that and I will double your pay." 

"Thank you, sir." Damien said gratefully. "But I have one question. What did you mean by it might take a year for her? She seems fine."

Scott gave Damien a sympathetic look. "Since you're be watching her and are my most trusted employee here. I'll tell you."

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Taylor let the final chord ring out.  As went back to unpack the rest of her things. There wasn't anything else that truly peaked Taylor's interest. For the most part it looked like every single remove able item from her room had been place into a box and sent here. Some of the stuff was stack neaty as the pictures and notebooks were.

Others like the old wooden jewelry box that was Taylor's mom's was thrown haphazardly into the box with half of the jewelry was out of it's container and a giant twisted knotted at the bottom of the box that was buried under and old photography book.

Sighing because she expected this, something to trigger her father temper and of course he would throw a fit. Taylor winced as she felt something sharp pierce her skin. She pulled her hand out from the box. The box broke and splinter slightly when it was thrown into the box. Taylor gently pulled the splinter out and small line crimson red blood trickled from the wound. 

Taylor ran to the bathroom before any blood could fall on the jewelry or the jewelry box

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A/N: What do you think?

I have an idea. There's a lot of idea that I want to put into chapter, but end up taking them out. So would the like two people reading this story like an acompaning novella-esque thing that would have thing that didn't exactly make the cut? or some of my original idea from openings? 

Would you read that? 

Let me know and I'll make it! 

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